Time is undoubtedly the most magical thief. He secretly changes everything in the past.
But fate was treating him coldly but not lightly. He lost everything, but there was still a flower that was still awake, loving each other.
Among the thousands of flowers, someone walks through the soft snow and looks up. His face is bright and flawless, as pure as glass that time cannot take away.
"Fuxi, what are you doing up there?"
She asked with her hair held high, and he stood on the tree, smiled, and replied: "Give you happiness!"
Someone will finally appreciate the cherry blossoms on this tree, and someone will finally put an end to his sadness and loneliness.
The movements in his hands were faster, as if they were tireless, and the smile on his lips was peaceful and pure.
He was extremely sure at this moment.
Hua Wei Mian, I can give you happiness!
…
"Hua Weimian, I can give you happiness!"
Fuxi murmured lowly, and suddenly woke up, only to realize that it was just a dream.
But even if it was a false dream, Fuxi was now unparalleledly certain:
Hua Wei Mian, I can give you happiness!
…
Three months later, the wedding of the Emperor and Hua Weimian was held.
Although there are rumors in the heavens that the emperor and the witch Hua Weimian have an ambiguous past, a real wedding is really too shocking. It is even more shocking than when the Lord Duanmu married the Lord Chonglian.
The gods on all sides couldn't help but think about what happened to this heaven. There are increasingly no taboos.
But everyone even accepted the pair Duanmucheng and Chonglian, and they were also wary of the strength of these two people. At this time, it was difficult to say anything.
The wedding was so grand that every household in the entire heaven hung up red silk and put happy words on it to celebrate the wedding of their beloved emperor.
On both sides of the street, there were thousands of people watching the wedding. The wide aisle in the sky was blocked with water. The royal family even dispatched the Royal Guards to maintain the order of the wedding.
A huge procession of welcoming brides came, the sound of firecrackers and cheers drowned the sky above the heaven. Emperor Fuxi sat on a tall horse, with a rare touch of gentleness on the corners of his cold lips.
The etiquette in heaven is ancient and solemn, including welcoming a bride, making sworn vows, entering the bridal chamber...
After finishing the ceremony, Hua Weimian was already exhausted and suffered from complete backache.
Thinking of the past, Hua Weimian shook her head helplessly.
The feeling of getting married, even though it is tiring, is extremely beautiful.
Hua Weimian stared at her red hijab quietly, sitting on the bed as her bride.
The happiest bride.
The sound of footsteps came soon, and it was Fuxi's. Such a slow and deep voice was particularly reassuring.
Finally, in heaven, she married her, and there was a relationship between the two.
In between, there were thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years of obsession. Those past moments passed through Hua Weimian's mind bit by bit, and Hua Weimian's heart was filled to the brim with love and emotion.
She couldn't tell how much she loved him, even if she didn't usually show it, but she loved him so deeply that it seemed like even holding the best things in the world in front of him was not enough.
How lucky and happy it is to be able to marry her.
And Fuxi, who had socialized outside, drank wine, and looked at the quiet person on the bed, felt particularly at ease and comfortable. Finally, he completely married Hua Weimian, understood all the disputes and past, and they had a child of their own.
, has a future of its own.
From then on, he and she were with each other till the end of the world, life and death.